Pretty Good-ish Year

I can’t believe 2016 is coming to an end and 2017 is right around the corner. My plans for tonight? I don’t have any as usual. I’m spending another New Year’s Eve all alone and it’s ok. I’ve given up the dream of being kissed at midnight by a tall, dark, and handsome man a long time ago. Ok. Maybe a few moments ago!

This year has been a good-ish year for me. After years of self-doubt, I finally self-published my poetry collection The Chaos of Longing. Several months later it is among the top selling books in the African-American and Love and Erotica Poetry on Amazon. What amazes me the most is how many people reach out to me to tell me how the book has affected them. It makes me feel less alone knowing that there are people who can relate to my experiences. The extra income received through royalties has also given me more financial independence. I ain’t rich though. It’s just easier to pay some bills.

This year I also got a steady job after several years of unemployment and/or working seasonal gigs. It was quite scary but it opened me up more. I also got injured onsite in late August and they were assholes about it. I went to an ortho doctor recently because the pain hasn’t gone away. I was diagnosed with Morton neuroma, a nerve condition affecting the third and fourth toes. I received a steroid shot but I’m still having some issues so I don’t know how much longer I can work such a physically demanding job. On the bright side, I did lose 20+ pounds!

I also delved into online dating again at the urge of my best friend. It was quite overwhelming but I did meet someone on Ok Cupid. We went on a date and it felt nice to be wined and dined. (I’ll save those deets for the next post.)

This year didn’t come without heartache. Soothed left the complex and moved in with his girlfriend. I was depressed for a couple of weeks. I felt so final and so many feelings came rushing in. People leave and I must accept that fact. I must stop trying to hold our nothingness. Him leaving was a healing balm. I needed the wound of us to heal.

What will 2017 bring? I’m very excited to find out! So far I haven’t made any New Year’s resolutions because I tend to break them. I’m going to take more risks and live in the moment. I’m also going to stop recycling dick!

Newest Resident on Writer’s Block

I have been MIA. This I know for my writer’s block tells me so. I have been a good girl. I have abstained from sex and stop conversing with assholes. I just have been at a lot lost of words lately. I don’t know where they went y’all. Someone please contact the local authorities! My writer’s block usually passes after awhile but I have been plagued by it for weeks on end. And when I don’t write, I feel a little useless and when I feel useless, I get depressed. Sigh.

I am feeling a bit uninspired but yet inspired to start another blog…well…maybe start a new blog. It has been on my mind lately to start a natural hair blog. But then again, everyone and their mama have one. They are basically are about the same thing—natural hair care regimens, styles, accessories, product reviews and/or pictures. How does one stand out in the sea of sameness? I would not mind getting free products to review though. Sounds like a broke girl’s dream!

I don’t want the new blog to be about the same ole thing. I want it to be different but yet relatable. I also want it to be candid and with a touch of humor like this blog. One of followers on Twitter suggested that perhaps the blog could discuss the history of natural hair and its perception. Sounds like an interesting idea. Hmm. Once this blockage pass, maybe I can feel more productive.